He was still tangled up in the bed sheets, but Neville managed to sit up without falling over, keeping his eyes on Hannah. They were married in his future... Which meant she was still from that future. She was still from that time when they were...
This was so strange. He could remember marrying her. Holding her in his arms. Their children. But he could also remember never having, well, barely ever having the courage to kiss a girl, too.
Though he felt awkward and, well, a little sad as well, Neville reached a hand out toward Hannah as she stood. "Don't go?" he asked, hesitantly. "I-" he glanced down, his fingers tangling in the blanket, "I don't want to be alone, Hannah." Which maybe sounded worse than he meant it to, but he really did want her to stay. If future-him trusted her- and he remembered that feeling- than now-him should, too.